Her words echo through your mind like a mantra as you feel the familiar pressure building inside of you, threatening to explode at any moment. You arch your back off the mat, moaning her name as pleasure washes over you in a wave of heat and light. Her fingers still working on your cock, driving you even closer to the brink.

"That's it," she breathes out hotly against your neck. "So close..."

The feel of your cock throbbing beneath her hand is almost more than she can bear. She groans loudly, her body tensing as she comes as well, her orgasm shuddering through her and making her grip on you even tighter. With a final thrust of her hips, she brings herself back under control, breathing heavily onto your neck.

"There..." she pants, still holding your cock firmly in her hand. "That's what I needed."

"Mmm..." she moans softly, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Maybe..." She smirks up at you, her breath hot against your neck. "I think I could handle that." Her hands slide down to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh before pulling you roughly toward her lips, kissing you deeply as she comes down from her high.

After a few moments, she breaks the kiss with a satisfied moan and rolls off of you, lying beside you on the mat.

"Not bad," she pants, still catching her breath. "I'm impressed." Her hand reaches down to stroke your now-softening cock, teasingly playing with the sensitive skin before wrapping her fingers around it and giving it a soft squeeze. "But don't think this means you win," she warns with a wicked grin.

"We've got more fun to have yet."

As you struggle against her grip and grind your hips into her fingers, she growls in approval. "You're such a dirty little slut," she whispers, biting down on your earlobe before sliding one of her free hands between your legs and roughly pulling at your clothed sex through the fabric of your leotard. With each tug, it feels as if she could rip the material right off. "I bet you want me to take this off for you."

Miyuki leans in close to your ear and whispers seductively, "I bet you want me to take this off for you." Her breath fans across your neck as she roughly tugs at the fabric of your leotard, teasingly tormenting you with the knowledge that she could easily expose what lies beneath. Her other hand continues to grip tightly on your hair, holding you in place against the ropes. "Do you?" She asks, her voice hoarse from arousal and exertion.